A second later, the ground underneath them cracked from the mighty pressure.  Everyone fell, the enemy - unconscious, in what seemed to be huge underground catacombs.  The height of the columns holding onto this vast space were at least ten meters tall.  After the silence which came after the rumbling rocks seized falling and finally met their last location to rest,  a sound of flowing water somewhere in the distance was heard.  Azazel walked next to one of the columns, exploring its surface with the palm of his hands, then revealing the location's nature.  "I believe these are Ictek ruins." His voice sounded deeply in the open space.  Dea'

Dea’n’ha’s desperate cry echoed through the underground city’s corners. Having no other choice but to feel alarmed by her unexpected reaction to the bandit leader’s words, Andrey was close to giving up to the rising confusion. “You see, they are purposely holding you back from who you really are. They are trying to chain you down in their own delusional ideals. They don’t like who you really are. They don’t want you. That’s why they are making up stories for you, stories about you. You’re too great for them. They can’t restrict you. You’re a threat.” Onyx spoke, clenching his boot into Andrey’s chest, then twisting it to the left and right. Andrey grabbed Onyx’s leg and tried to push him away, but instead his arms got hit from by the dull sides of the leader’s two swords. “Look at them. They probably are the reas

Despite Azazel trying hard to hide it, the two members of the Red Eye Organization and their true leader – Lord Red Eye – could spot the fact that his condition was pretty bad due to the fact that the mana residing within him had already become too little. As Azazel’s prisoner cell of black-and-white mana rods slowly withered, setting him free, Andrey spent some more of his magic energy to heal up most of whatever wounds had remained. Although impossible to completely heal, he at least relieved some of the pain and the swollen cheeks, eye, and other places had returned to normal. What bones were cracked or broken, he couldn’t glue together just like that, but could at least hold them in their place, avoiding further dislocations. Such was the extent of Andrey’s abilities of self-maintenance. The ability to control his organs and bone positions purely using hi

Andrey didn’t reply for a while. He just stood with hair locks waving around in front of his eyes. Body slightly bent forward due to the punch in the gut. Amryr asked Onyx. “Could this really be true? Is Lord Red Eye really out-powered?”   Andrey made a clumsy step back, appearing to still be affected by the strike he received. Azazel pulled back his arm that had remained pushed into Andrey’s stomach, and then traced and asked him. “Do we end it here, brother?” “Muhahahaah! AHahahahah! AAAAAAAHAHAHAH!” Andrey laughed maniacally.  Azazel didn’t change his expression. He was still serious and cautious. The Demon thought ‘Perhaps he now understands the differe

“Dea’n’ha!” Andrey startled at the sorceress. “Y-yes!” She replied in a frail voice. “Can you communicate with this golden-dressed freak!?” Dea’n’ha lowered her head and spoke. “I can only convert information with my Abyssal Crack magic… I can’t really drain the language abilities out of it. It’s like attaining something from the void.” “Tsk.” Andrey clicked his tongue and looked at the buffed, half-naked man, who had only black pants, golden belt, and a golden collar that went all the way from his neck to covering half his back and chest.  The ancient human had a golden ring on his left pointing finger, and dark brown leather bracelets with gold imbued in them on both his wrists. Read more